Stuck

Waiting for that epiphany

That one strike of lightning

That brings one to their knees

Causing an explosion inside

Not to be ignored

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting for that spark

That never comes

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Convict

At first sight

I have been convicted

Of lacking beauty

Imprisoned to the

Corner of the room

Bled of all confidence

Seeking a reprieve

Just this once

To plead my case

Reveal the whole

Truth of my existence

The beauty

Behind these bars

Twister

In the dark

Thoughts are spirals

Of chaos

Her personal twister

Traps her mind

Pirouetting through the air

Where will it land

Anywhere but OZ

For this dreaming girl

There is no magic

Flying monkeys

And witches

Would be a pleasure ride

She will not land

In the Emerald Isle

No, this Dorothy

Will not land at all

The twister has found

Its prize

To keep

Mother Earth

Little by little

Battered and bruised

Elements of her body

Her soul

Disappearing

*

Taken and tortured

By Man’s greed

*

Gluttony and bloodshed

Seeping into her pores

Poisoning her

*

She lashes out

Inundated with tears

Wailing and quaking

The flames of her anger

Rage on

*

Man does not

Obey

Her decrees

Heed

Her roars

Her distemper propagates

*

Loss and starvation

Misery and death

Will consume man

*

Allowing her restoration

Never Past

“What’s past is past”

“Forget the past”

“Leave the past behind”

Lies we tell ourselves

To get over love

Control our grief

Box our emotions

Forget

Forget

Forget

~

We cannot lobotomized

Our memories

Our pain

Our grief

We can only live with

Learn from

And never forget